Maurinho is restless like the warmth of the night wind.
Eyes burned by the coconut
Brislene falls asleep on Nivrea’s knee
Cida fits herself to Cero’s lap and whispers: “Here is no violence, here we are in safe.”
Projects
Rooms Hidden by the Water
An Agreement in Havana
Kitchen Talks
The Street
The travel under the earth
A Market
Privat Museum in Louvre
Innocent Shores
Unspoken Destinies
Po More
Our Land – Bright Humility
Jesus stands on the Swedish side
Eyes burned by the coconut
Ballad of Lapland
Archeology of Harlem
A Voice without letters
Warm Solitude
